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Time seems to stand still as I slow my pace. “Jake,” she pants. “I’m…”

She doesn’t finish her sentence as her body convulses and her pussy pulses around my finger. I massage her clit, letting her ride the orgasm, then I tongue-fuck her, enjoying the taste of her cum, indirectly continuing to stimulate her bundle of nerves because I know it’s sensitive after coming so hard.

“Fuck, you taste amazing,” I murmur. If she were my last meal, I’d die a lucky man.

Claire grabs her ankles, keeping her legs wide open, allowing me to lick around her clit.

“It feels so damn good,” she says, her voice a whisper. “Don’t stop. Not yet.”

I smile against her mound, realizing she just gave me permission for round two.

CHAPTER 13

CLAIRE

I’m having an out-of-body experience as Jake worships my pussy. The orgasm takes hold of me and doesn’t let go. Every muscle in my body convulses as I spill over, throbbing so hard around his finger that nearly fills my tight hole. I groan; I’ve never experienced an orgasm so intense I feel like I’ve transcended to another reality. My nipples are hard, and my body begs for more of him, all of him.

I’m greedy; I need to experience him again. He hasn’t pulled away, just slowed down, and each time the flatness of his tongue grazes the side of my clit, my pussy throbs. It’s sensitive, but he gives me a chance to come down from my high, massaging my bundle of nerves. The scruff on his chin feels so fucking good between my legs, and I don’t want him to stop.

Breathing rapidly, I lean up on my elbows and look at him with hooded eyes. I meet his green ones, and he smirks. “You good?”

“More than good,” I pant. “But…” I lick my lips, barely able to speak. “I think I’m going to come again.”

He smirks and playfully slaps my pussy, making me pulse with anticipation.

“But,” I tell him, “I want to return the favor.”

“This is about you, darlin’.” Jake trails kisses onto my inner thigh, and I love how his scruff feels against my skin. “Tell me what you want.”

I break our eye contact, almost embarrassed. I’m not used to communicating in the bedroom, and sex has always been something I did to make my partner happy. But this, it’s different—it’s personal, it’s about me.

He notices my reaction and stands, then hovers above me to kiss my lips. I taste my orgasm on his tongue. Another first. He strokes the backs of his fingers against my cheek. “Don’t be shy. There ain’t no room for that in here.”

“I want you to come in my mouth.” I swallow, meeting his smoldering gaze. “While I ride your face.”

He smirks. “Music to my fuckin’ ears.”

“I’ve just never—”

His lips crash against mine. “Making you feel good and giving you what you need is my only priority, Claire. I have no limits.”

Heat floods through me as butterflies flutter in my tummy. “I don’t know if I do. But I guess I have a month to figure it out.”

He pulls my bottom lip into his mouth and sucks. Then he lies beside me on the bed, brushes his hand over his mouth, and smirks. “Cleared off a place for you to sit.”

I laugh.

“Now, put that sweet pussy in my face,” he says, and I nervously crawl closer to him. “You’re in control.”

It’s all the encouragement I need to put my insecurities aside and straddle his head. I’ve never explored different positions. I’ve never been with someone willing to do anything like this. Sex has always been a thing I’ve checked off my to-do list to make my partners happy. But Jake is right: I’ve never been the focus—until now.

With each compliment he gives me, my confidence soars.

You’re sexy. You’re beautiful. I love the way you taste.

“Fuck,” he hisses, grabbing my ass, pushing me harder against his face. I hold myself up with one arm, sinking against his hot mouth, rocking my hips against his scruff. I groan out as he massages my clit with his tongue, giving the perfect amount of pressure.

How is it possible he already knows what my body needs and wants?

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